A vintage gauzy see- though nightgown, adorned with intricate lace, drapes over her form, its translucent fabric subtly reveals her body. The lace catches silver moonlight from a cracked window, creating a delicate dance of light and shadow. The transparent garment emphasizes her fragile, ghostly presence. She is hauntingly, achingly beautiful—even sensual. Her long, ash- blonde hair cascades in loose, tangled waves, framing a contemplative expression as she sits on the stairs. The muted tones glow faintly in the moonlight, enhancing her ethereal aura. A few stray strands fall over her face as she tilts her head downward, eyes half- closed, lost in thought, lips slightly parted, whispering to the shadows. Behind her, a shadowy staircase stretches upward, its wooden steps creaking under time’s weight. A dust- laden banister stands chipped and weathered. At the base, a faded velvet armchair sits forgotten, its regal design dulled. Brittle, colorless flowers lie scattered, tangled in cobwebs. Fallen leaves whisper of a broken window above, letting the outside world intrude. A tall, ornate candelabra flickers weakly on the landing, its melted candles casting wavering shadows on peeling wallpaper. The dim glow contrasts with cold moonlight, wrapping her in a halo of fragile light. The decaying grandeur of the setting accentuates her delicate presence, evoking nostalgia and haunting beauty